Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.